me feel really good. I took that to mean that he was really wild about doing it to me some more. After a bit he roused himself up.
He started screwing it into me a little at a time. Man that was just like one great, long, slow come! I could feel his cock almost as good as if I’d had it in my hands or my mouth. The head felt like it was about ten times as’ big around as the shaft. And that rim, it just drove me crazy it felt so good…
“Here I want to do it to myself too,” I said, and I squirmed around a little so I could reach up with one hand and start rubbing around my clit. “Damn, I wish I didn’t have the monthly. I bet it would be something to finger fuck while you’re tucking my asshole!”
“I just might have done it anyway, period or not, except that the string of that damned Tampax was hanging out the mouth of my cunt and I was afraid I might get it all jammed up inside me and there’d be a fierce hassle about getting it out again. But it wasn’t half bad, just feeling around the ditty and pulling on the lips of my pussy. It seemed like that made my ass even more sensitive and I could feel him even better.
“I’m coming again!” I moaned, unable to hold back. “You’re tucking another come out of me!”
“Except that this was one of those Teal nice, slow type of comes, the kind that sort of creeps out from your snatch and rolls over your body like a big fog creeping in from the sea. You don’t realize it, but there’s this nice, contented, utterly sexy feeling that’s running all through your body and you’re … well-, you’re just coming from head to toe, that’s the only way I know how to put it.
“Since he’d already shot off that first time in my ass that made it slicker and he didn’t have a bit of trouble getting it in way deep. He said that I wasn’t quite as tight deep inside as at the mouth of my ass but, even at that, I was still a pretty good piece of ass. I’d reach up with a finger every now and then and check to see how much of it was left outside my ass. Once, when I reached up, I felt his balls dangling against me and that gave me another sexy idea.
“Hey, I’m gonna rub your nuts against my pussy!” I told him. The idea seemed like a’ real crazy one and really got me fired up again. “Do you mind if I get a little blood on them?”
“My period wasn’t real heavy, see, and I didn’t think I’d spot him at all, but I thought maybe I’d better check to be sure. Some guys, you know, are really uptight about that stuff and they act like it was some kind of witches’ brew.
“Rub it all you want,” he snorted. “I’ll lean over and grab your tits. Maybe that’ll make it even better for you! Come on, Linda, shake that ass and milk my prick again! I feel the come. I’ll shoot off again if you’ll help me!”
“If I’d help him? Man, I’d have done just about anything to have felt him spew another load of come up my ass! I told him to go ahead but to be easy. My nipples get really tender when I’m fired up like that and, even though I’d already had one whopper of a come, I knew that they were just as sensitive as they’d ever been. He leaned forward a little and shoved another inch of cock up my ass. That was just enough to let me get his sack in my hand and let me tell you, it was a handful! I started rubbing his nuts over the lips of my pussy real slow and easy, just playing with myself and being real careful not to squeeze too hard.
“That was the hardest part of all. I know that guys are pretty tender down there too and, while I wanted to cram those nuts right into the mouth of my cunt, I had to hold back and not hurt him. Even at that, it was just utterly sexy, rubbing those big hairy things into my pussy and touching them to my clit. Funny, but just the idea of rubbing my clit against his balls affected me more than it usually does when I actually put my finger to it! “Jesus, I can’t hold it!” I yelled out. “Come on, Hank, come again! Make me do it some more!”
“Even though I already had this nice, easy come worked up and it was making me feel so wonderful, I found out all of a sudden that just a little extra effort from him was enough to turn it into a real tornado of come. That was just what he needed and he really delivered the goods. He let out another yelp and drew out about half of that big dong and then be really rammed it borne. He started shooting again and, while it wasn’t nearly as big a come as he’d had before, it was enough. I turned loose with one that — just about wrecked me. Lord, I was shaking and crying and grunting till you’d have thought I was,dying, which was pretty close to the truth, except that I’d never felt so good in all my life! “Well, that was my introduction to real, first-class butt tucking. I’ve never regretted it a minute and neither has Hank. Since that first time we’ve done everything there is to do. I’ve given him more blow jobs than he’d ever had before and he’s tucked my cunt enough to where I can get a little pleasure from it occasionally.
But, still, when we’re really turned on and we want — to let it all go, it’s that back hole every time! We’ve found that it’s best if I lay on my back and he gets over me, just like cunt-fucking missionary style, except that he rams his cock into a hole the missionaries never used! Sometimes he’ll grease it up by shoving it up my cunt, or sometimes I’ll grease him up with some stuff I found in a drugstore. But, whichever way it is, I just lift my legs up real high and lay that asshole out for him. He’ll aim his big cock down into the little puckered up rim an4 then it’s just pure heaven from then until the time we’re tucked out and can’t even bear to think about doing it any more.
“It’s a drag, having him get up and wash his cock off after he’s been in my ass-in case we want to turn around and do some sucking or maybe give — my cunt a workout-but, believe me, it’s really worth the trouble! I wouldn’t have him any other way and I wouldn’t take anything for all the times he’s made me come till I couldn’t feel anything.”
There is one point brought out in Linda’s case history that deserves further mention. It will be noted that she especially stressed two facets of her first anal intercourse experience: (1) she was greatly affected by the idea of his introducing his phallus into her anus, and (2) she was similarly affected by the idea of exciting herself by manually rubbing his testicles against her vulva. In both cases she clearly distinguished between the excitement generated by the act and the excitement produced by thinking about the act.
As Alfred C. Kinsey and his associates noted, most women are not especially stimulated by especially sexual thoughts, at least not to the extent that males are affected. However, they also note that a small portion of the women they studied “were psychologically stimulated by a greater variety of factors, and more in tensely stimulated than any of the males in the sample. Their responses had been more immediate, they had responded more frequently, and they had responded to the point of orgasm with frequencies that had far exceeded those known for any male. A few of the females were regularly being stimulated by psychological factors to the point of orgasm, and this almost never happens among any of the males.” (Kinsey et at, Sexual Behavior in the Human Female, p. 688.) Linda is undoubtedly one of those women who show an extraordinarily high response to mental stimuli, as evidenced by her mention of the thoughts noted above.
Chapter Two
“How does a fellow get to be gay? I might not know all of the ways or the proper explanations, but I know of one way that’ll turn anybody gay and that’s to be married to a chick like Ellen. Yeah, Ellen, that’s the bitch’s name. I ought to know, because I was married to her for almost three years, and a hell of a marriage it was. Maybe I wouldn’t have made the mistake if I’d known more about women at the time that I married her, but I didn’t. Hell, she was the only woman I’d ever been to bed with more than once. I’d balled about four cunts before I met up with her but they were all one-night stands. Ellen, she seemed a little different and I guess I fell for her act.
“You know, people believe a lot of stuff about artists, about how we all don’t do much except slap paint on canvas and ball every babe in sight. Maybe that’s true for some artists, but I never knew one that it fitted. For me, anyway, after I’d been standing in front of an easel for five or six hours in a row, sweating my balls off and trying to figure out some way of getting what was in my head down onto canvas, I wasn’t ready for anything but a long time in the sack. And I do mean alone! I thought painting was damned hard work and I’ve never known a painter who didn’t agree with me on that, if on nothing else.
“I used to be a painter, you know. Maybe that’s what got Ellen interested in me in the first place. There were times when I suspected her of being in love with the idea of being married to a painter. I’d just had a show when I met her for the first time, and it turned out to be the last one I’d ever have. Nobody knew that at the time, though, least of all Ellen, and, while I got some pretty favorable comments after that first show, I couldn’t ever get it all
